Kamehameha High School - Ka Nai Aupuni Yearbook (Honolulu, HI)

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t the halfway house, fresh- men began to congregate. It be- comes a staging ground to invade forbidden territory. Girls' School. At the top of the hill. Mentally fortified by our numbers, we continue the long trek into the realm of girls. Most of had come up through Prep, so it wasn't as if we would be uncomfortable. But to be so overwhelmed by a whole campus of strange creatures. How to handle this situation? We were the first, so there was no book to follow. Here was a classic case of fear of the unknown! Up the sloping ramp we trudged. The Boys' School and our fellow males dropped farther and farther below us. Ahead, the auditorium stairs were cliffs to be scaled. Too soon, we were there. Konia Field. Girl territory. Hello? Look at that! How could there be so many girls in one place at one time? Eh, look the boys. Where? Over there. Hiding by the auditorium. Oh, yeah. They cute, yeah? Nah, they look like freshmen. What they doing up heah? Those dummies must be lost. Not. I heard the freshmen have coed classes. They experi- menting 'cause they like make the whole school co'ed. Bitchin, man! While a bunch of us had our first three coed classes at the Girls' School, a group of girls met at Paki. I still remem- ber those three morning classes: Period 1, Honors English, Smith 201. Delaney, the piano lady. I learned about Penelope, allegory, what cretin means, and I saw Romeo and Juliet for the first and last time. Period 2. Honors World History, Konia 110, Miss Johnston, bless her soul. One day she asked me to read about VietNam. I couldn't pronounce the names. I had no interest in the political strife occuring there. Little did I know that in six years I would be a guest in Vietnam, sent by Uncle Sam to help end the strife. Period 3. Algebra, down the hall from Iohnston's class, Capt. Hol- brook, I wished then that he had stayed in the Navy. I learned that math was a plague on me. Another thing I remember from class was an awful embarrassment. One day the soft morning light filtered in and created an angelic portrait of a female class- mate. We barely knew each other, and I had no crush on her. But, for one fleeting moment, I was awestruck by that perfect picture in front of me, and I started daydreaming. Suddenly I realized that she was looking straight at me, and that I had been staring at her for who knows how long. She smiled and I died. Period 3 was followed by a dash all the way to P.E. No buses in those days. And no excuses for excessive tardiness. Life was tough indeed for guinea pigs . . . -Russell Makanani 51

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.one for boys and one for girls Right and below: So much is different but noth ing's really changed, say the lyrics of the '85 hi You Were Born in the City. The same, we thin is true of the Kamehameha scene, Yes, clothe books, and good posture are less eviden t, but mos long-time observers, those who have kept a tinge on the heartbeat of the school, will tell you that th Kamehameha heart does indeed still beat true,

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ach statement of man's existence an object of relatively little is reflected in the work he has accomplished in his short life. Symbols of freedom such as the Statue of Liberty have transcended many generations and were built with the help of many skilled craftsmen. The value placed upon such a symbol could not have been comprehended by the hands of its original creators. However, Miss Liberty has become a reflection of craftsmen's hands across the nation. A poem written, a picture painted, a building designed all reflect the values of their creators. The challenge of education is to pre- pare students of today for to- morrow's technologies. To take Above and left: Senior Alan Sagon and Wood Tech instructor Lewis Hubbard work together on a koa table that Alan is hoping to complete in time to give as a Christmas gift. The fine art of koa wood- working has continued at Kamehameha since the time of Fritz Apblanalp and the modern quonset huts that now lies empty below old Akahi. Alan's is the first class to break in the new multimillion dollar technical arts building which happens to be located, ironically enough, below the recently com- pleted Akahi ll. Right and below right: Interesting, isn 't it, how boys' haircuts have come full circle in the 30 years hiatus between these two pictures? Brad Ah Mock Sang and partner work diligently in Electronics Labg four unidentified partners of an earlier day work equally hard at what, we guess, is on the way to becoming a brake drum inspection. If hair and effort are remarkably alike, the buildings are quite differen t. Brad works at the recently completed Ka- poukahi - the main house pose - a facility named for a famous engineer of Kamehameha's time. value and make a useful tool is the basis upon which voc. education is founded. At Kamehameha, the year 1985 can be marked as one for the rebirth of technological education. A facility named Ka- poukahi has been dedicated to the development of good, indus- trious students. A center for electronics, automotives, metals, design, drafting, and woods is directed to accomplish a goal of greatest potential beneath its roof. No high school in the islands can offers its students an opportunity in greater magnitude than our department does with the programs now available. -Robert Horwath